Trouble with emails this week
for classical music
agony aunt, ALICE McVEIGH ...
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Dear Keith,
Can you not pass on any more ravings from the ILAA???? Also from the bods from
penile-extensions-while-you-wait, not to mention the berk from Nigeria who is desperate
for me to send him my bank details in return for hosting his non-existent fortune?
I mean, life is short.
Alice
[Alice: nothing can be done until Keith returns from Nigeria next week.
Regards, Basil]
Dear Alice,
I saw on TV recently that the brains of fish are now thought
to be large enough for them to suffer pain when they're killled
and eaten.
Do musical instruments suffer pain? And, if so, how can I alter my
technique so that my oboe is least afflicted?
Thanks for your wonderful column -- I read it every week.
George
Dear George,
Thanks for yours, always glad to hear from the fans (both of you, in fact).
And I am here to tell you that -- amazingly enough -- you have come to the
right place with your fish question.
As
it happens, I am one of Bromley's most noted tropical fish experts,
passionately welcomed in fish emporia throughout the southeast due to my
unerring ability to spot (and buy) seemingly healthy guppies, neon tetras,
platties and catfish, all of which, without exception, are found upon entering
my tank to be suffering from the latter stages of TB, and/or a bizarre wasting
disease, not dissimilar to the Plague, which causes them to go belly-up a
couple of days later.
But suffering? Nonsense. They all pass away with a cheery song on their
lips, and a chirpy wave of their tailfins. I can tell by their mere expressions
that they have ascended, as one fish, to tropical fishy heaven, where, as I tell
my five-year-old Rachel, nobody is practising the cello in the same room as their
tank and the skies are not cloudy all day.
(This, by the by, has bugger all to do with collecting my nine remaining
tropical fish in a water bag and presenting them free, gratis and complimentarily
back to Pets Shop Petts Wood last week, saying,
'All right, I give up; you may give
this to the press, if you wish. Just take the rotten little sods back before
they corpse on me.')
I am currently planning a series of lectures on common diseases of tropical
fish, and boy are my goldfish perky!
(Sorry, what was your question again?)
Kind regards,
Alice
Dear Alice,
Thank you for your advice on IVF. I have ignored it and taken up the viola
and, as a result, both my wife and I are now pregnant and expecting a string
quartet in August (I believe I am burdened with the obstetrics of producing a
viola and cello, while my wife handles the upper strings, as only she can).
Still, you tried.
On another matter, I was watching the Classical Brit Awards and would like
your views on the 'dumbing down' of classical music. Does classical music need to
be 'trendy' in order to sell? I note that Julian Lloyd Webber started the 'style
over prowess' trend some years ago, although quite what 'style' he was promoting
remains open to question. Later, Nigel Kennedy assumed that talking with a
deshhperately infuriating speech impediment and soaking his hair in urine was going
to appeal to the casual listener and now we have Bond, whose use of vibrato is more
to keep the breasts wobbling than to enhance tone.
Do Mozart or Haydn really benefit from nudity and last season's haircut or
are we pandering to pathologically uncultured nobodys who should really stick to
Tina Turner and Elton John?
DGriffs
Dear DGriffs,
Hey, I like Elton John!!! That bit at the end of The Lion King
especially, where the horns are going crazy and a rained-upon Simba looks down
at the improbably flowing rivulets as he ascends Pride Rock in the place of his
father. I love it, love it, love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Having said that, yes, the Classical Brit Awards are depressing and pathetic,
and yes, music does have to be 'trendy' in order to sell. Which is also pretty
depressing and pathetic. But hey, who are you (with your lacklustre sperm and
worryingly elitest tendencies) to take on the massed interests of the bright new,
exciting, dynamic and busty classical music world? My advice instead is that you
embrace reality! Chuck the viola, check out that last decade's haircut, work on
that Estuary accent and aim for those wobbling bosoms (in a manner of speaking of
course. Don't forget that you, personally, are about to father quadruplets). A
complete sex-change, some really vibrant implants, an electric guitar and some
radical facial surgery and really, you know, you too could look as weird as
Michael Jackson.
[Alice: Nobody could look as weird as Michael Jackson. Best, Basil]
Yours, next in the queue,
Alice
Copyright © 2 May 2003
Alice McVeigh, Surrey, UK